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Sitting in the branches of a tall pine tree, I saw a little dove. With feathers white as new as snow, I couldn't help but fall in love. Curiously I watched the dove thinking how peculiar. It spread it's wings and started to fly It sat on my shoulder and whispered in my ear The dove the whisper was sweet and soft Just as the song that he sang My eyes were red and swollen with tears that fell to the ground like rain. What the dove told me, the words that it said. The song that it sang, how could I forget? My guardian angel, My lover, My friend Again we will meet, so adeui until then. |